Fast travel: the 101st be

There were many twists and turns, so to speak, I rushed to Jiuyou the day before the start of the trial meeting.

"Why, why? You haven't told me why Zhu Yan and Gu Huo Niao stayed in Huangquanling for so long this time?"

Ever since Cheng Yuan accidentally said that the monster would leave under normal circumstances, Osmanthus grasped the key point and pestered Cheng Yuan to ask non-stop.

"I'm just an unknown little demon cultivator, how can I know so much?"

Osmanthus fragrans has a strong thirst for knowledge, "Brother, do you know? Have you read so many classics?"

Cheng Yuanxin wanted to ask him why he might as well keep his tongue, he must have dismissed the matter with a casual 'don't know'.

But he hadn't heard Ling Ye's voice for a long time, and when he looked sideways, he realized that Ling Ye seemed to have been looking at him since just now.

The four eyes met, and Ling Ye replied calmly, "I don't know." He turned his eyes away.

Go first to Jiuyou Capital City.

"There are only two rooms left, how many friends do you want?"

Lingye didn't even seem to hesitate, "Let's go, let's go see another house."

The boss is a person who knows how to do business. "A few fellow daoists seem to be participating in the trial meeting, right? Well, to tell you the truth, the inns within a few miles around here are basically full, but there is a Tongfu next door. But the taels they want are twice as much as mine.”

Ling Ye is not short of money, Osmanthus osmanthus has been used to comfort since childhood, and is also used to living in Tianzi inns. Before the trip, Master Shizun gave him a lot of money, and asked him not to let Osmanthus osmanthus suffer.

Osmanthus osmanthus stared at Cheng Yuan and Ling Ye, her eyes rolled around.

"Brother, two rooms are just right, one for me, and one for you and Brother He?" Osmanthus osmanthus said.

Cheng Yuan, who was watching the excitement with his arms folded, raised his eyebrows.

Ling Ye looked at Cheng Yuan.

Cheng Yuan spread his hands.

It's none of my business, it's your precious junior sister's whim.

Ling Ye still wants to leave, but Mu Xi is determined not to.

The two argued for a while.

"My father and mother mean that everything is up to me. I didn't say anything about why senior brother pursues extravagance so much? Isn't what we cultivators pursue is the simple way?"

Ling Ye had nothing to say, shut up, and paid.

The sweet-scented osmanthus hopped up the stairs first and occupied the big bed room in Tianzi, leaving a small bed for Cheng Yuan and Ling Ye.

Ling Ye took another look at Cheng Yuan before going upstairs.

Cheng Yuan is innocent.

It's really not his fault.

Cheng Yuan originally thought that his roommate with Ling Ye would be nothing more than "You sleep on the bed, I sleep on the floor." Two sentences are enough, and there may be no communication from entering the room until dawn.

But he was wrong, Lingye wanted to treat his wound for the first time.

Cheng Yuan blinked.

Now to deal with a fart wound, his natural self-healing ability, even if he used a mortal face, the few scratches on his back would heal in a day.

"Mr. Qingyang knows healing techniques?"

Ling Ye shook his head, "No, but it happens that there are some plasters for trauma, which are not as good as healing techniques, but they can make you more comfortable."

Cheng Yuan laughed in embarrassment, "Mr. Qingyang's kindness is appreciated. A small injury is not a hindrance, and it will be healed soon."

Ling Ye shook his head, "Gu Huo Niao's scratches are not so easy to heal naturally, it can take as little as ten days or as long as several months. Unless you are a master, there are no more than three such people in the whole world of comprehension."

Cheng Yuan smiled politely.

You are so lucky that you met one of them, and it just so happens that it is the most powerful one.

"Men are sharpened outside, and scratches are also a symbol of merit, not so delicate."

"Aren't you also going to participate in the trial meeting? How can you fight with your injured body?"

Cheng Yuan tried to keep smiling and made the last struggle.

"Mr. Qingyang, why do you suddenly care about me so much?"

Ling Ye was quite serious, "You saved Osmanthus osmanthus and a group of fellow Taoists, out of emotion and reason, you shouldn't be injured alone."

But he really doesn't need it!

Ling Ye held the plaster and stood in front of him, as if he would not give up until he was smeared with the plaster today.

Cheng Yuan almost thought he did it on purpose.

Confrontation for a long time.

Cheng is willing to compromise.

All right, just wipe it off.

Cheng Yuan sat on the edge of the bed, took off his upper body clothes, and exposed the hideous wound on his shoulder blade under the warm lamp.

He sighed that there should be no more insane operation in this world than pinching one's own flesh and blood on purpose.

As soon as the ointment touched the wound, Cheng Yuan let out a hiss.

It hurts, it hurts.

It turns out that there is such a more neurotic operation as deliberately breaking one's own flesh and then applying some salt-like ointment on it.

"The wound shows no signs of healing on its own."

Cheng Yuan rolled his eyes, otherwise?

I made it new.

Realistic?

"However, I vaguely remember that your wound is on the right shoulder blade."

"..."

right?Is it upside down?

Cheng Yuan broke into a cold sweat, and nervously searched for memories in his mind. At first, he flew forward from the left side, while Guhuo Niao swooped down from the right side...

"Mr. Qingyang remembered wrongly, my injury has always been on the left shoulder blade."

A few strands of Cheng Yuan's hair fell down, and Ling Ye brushed them away, bypassing the right shoulder. There was no flaw on the smooth back, only three shocking scratches on the left shoulder blade, like a failure in a painting.

Ling Ye wiped off the oozing blood and put on a plaster.

He said casually, "Well, I remember wrong, it seems to be on the left side."

"..." Jubi deliberately.

Lingye's movements were very slow, and Cheng Yuan thought he was a patient who was delicate and afraid of hurting his own patients, but Cheng Yuan didn't feel any relief from the pain.

I don't know what kind of fish this person is fishing for.

Cheng Yuan couldn't control his mouth when he was bored at first.

"Mr. Qingyang, have you thought about one thing?"

"what?"

"If it's a man and a woman, if they do such an action, then the man must be responsible for marrying a woman."

Ling Ye put on the plaster wholeheartedly and listened to him.

"Although you and I are both men, you also know that I am actually a broken sleeve. I like men, so I am no different from those women. Do you think you should... Hmm..."

"Long Ye!"

"Take it easy?!"

Not only did Ling Ye not lighten up, but he pressed it hard again.

Cheng Yuan was caught off guard and let out another muffled snort.

At this moment, the door of the room suddenly opened, and a petite figure slammed in.

Osmanthus staggered a few steps to stabilize her body, covered her eyes, and peeked at people through her fingers, "I, I, I, I just want to ask if you want supper?"

"No, I'm just asking if you want this poor brother." Cheng Yuan was still angry and said angrily.

"Neither do I."

"Then I'm leaving, you guys, take your time, senior brother, don't bully Brother He too much, take it easy..." He ran away covering his face, even forgetting to close the door.

Cheng Yuan couldn't help laughing, "You are quite interesting, little junior sister."

"Okay." Ling Ye wrapped up the last piece of bandage, "Osmanthus osmanthus is pure in heart, don't tell her too many nonsense things."

Cheng Yuan is innocent.

You should tell her not to ask.

Cheng Yuan put on his robe and went out.

Ling Ye packed up his things, and was about to go out to call Xiaoer to bring him an extra bedding.

Seeing that Cheng Yuan had already returned with his things, he also took an extra mattress by the way.

Under Ling Ye's watchful eyes, Cheng Yuan was tinkering with the quilt, and after a couple of slaps on the ground, a bed that could barely last a night appeared.

Cheng Yuan can actually sleep while sitting, and presumably Ling Ye can too, but lying down is more comfortable after all, especially Ling Ye may be on stage tomorrow to compete in swords.

"I'm wronged that you share the room with me. I'll give you the bed, and I'll just sleep on the floor." Cheng Yuan said, and then he lay down on the ground, with his back facing the direction of the bed, closing his eyes and preparing to fall asleep.

To be honest, he was really tired after being tossed about just now. He has used up all his courage and lust today, and he has to recharge his energy to continue teasing tomorrow.

Lingye stood and looked at him for a long time, without saying anything, went to blow the candles.

When he came back, he bent down and picked up the person including the bedding.

Cheng Yuan was startled in the dark.

"Mr. Qingyang?"

"The ground is cold, and the bed is big enough to sleep two people."

Cheng Yuan smiled dryly, "I'm a little apprehensive about your continuous molasses cannonballs."

Ling Ye put the person inside.

"Mr. Qingyang is not afraid that I will mess with you in the middle of the night and cause you to lose your virginity?"

"If you don't actually have the intention to do something, you don't have to keep talking about it."

Cheng Yuan was a little dumbfounded, who said he was gone, what kind of misunderstanding did Lingye have about him.

And what is bluff?A word that sounds like a coward?

Cheng Yuan has always had an unexcited physique.

Before Ling Ye lay down, he had sneaked from one bedding to another.

Just as Ling Ye lay down with his clothes on, he felt someone approaching him rustlingly, until he was half lying on top of him, and half of his body was pressed against his arms.

Cheng Yuan supported his head with one hand, and covered Ling Ye's chest with the other.

"Mr. Qingyang, are you serious?"

In the dark, Ling Ye couldn't see Cheng Yuan clearly, he only knew that he was so close to him that his warm breath could be heard in his ears, and he was almost talking close to his ear.

But Ling Ye was unmoved, as if he recognized that Cheng Yuan was really just a bluff.

Cheng Yuan laughed angrily, where did this fanciful self-confidence come from?

Cheng Yuan moved up a little, and approached Lingye's face with the moonlight outside.

Perhaps feeling the pressure from the front door, Ling Ye opened his eyes this time, and Cheng Yuan stopped an inch away from him, with the tip of his nose almost touching the tip of his nose.

"If you don't hide from me, I'll really kiss you." Cheng Yuan used a very soft voice, a volume that would be inaudible if you were a little farther away, adding a bit of delicate claws to the heart in the quiet night Light and itchy.

Ling Ye didn't hide, but stared directly at him.

Like two hounds on the bar, neither retreats nor admits defeat.

Cheng Yuan was startled, did he really dare not?

Even after being hanged up by Ling Ye and beaten, he admitted it.

The moment they were about to meet, Ling Ye tilted his head.

Cheng Yuan's lips just brushed lightly, which was shallower than when Ling Ye secretly kissed him at night, not even a touch, but there was a big ripple in his heart for no reason, Cheng Yuan pursed his lips.

Even though she has kissed several times with deeper kisses, she still can't resist such forbearance and abstinence.

However, he won, so far.

"Mr. Qingyang, don't hide." Cheng Yuan said with a smile.

"It's getting late, you should rest."

Cheng Yuan couldn't hear his emotions, but winning was winning, with a smile on his lips, he turned back, rolled back to his own bedding, turned his back to Ling Ye, and was about to fall asleep, even the hard bed board didn't look so uncomfortable.